Ilana Reimer photo
Ilana Reimer photo

I used to pretend, locked up in my bedroom,

But now you go and change the words

Backspacing every happy phrase;

It’s all askew, it all feels wrong,

This isn’t how I imagined it.

Yet reality is no pretty thing

It’s far messier, I know;

So I’ll brush back the useless wishing –

Step into the imperfection,

The plaids and stripes and polka dots,

The clashing types that never get along…

Forget about perfection,

And accept that crooked smile –

At last, at last. Please stop pretending.

~ Ilana Reimer


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